Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 468: Nathalie’s Welcome Gift

Silently, I eased the door open and slipped inside.

Dimness filled the room, illuminated only by the weak hallway light filtering in from behind. That gentle glow cast elongated, theatrical shadows over Nathalie’s twisting, sweat-drenched body, flung across the bed like a bitch in heat.

She was utterly immersed in her own dirty dream — back bowed sharply from the sheets, legs parted shamefully wide, three fingers plunged knuckle-deep into her sopping, bushy cunt.

Her eyelids clamped shut tight, forehead creased in frantic, dick-starved focus. Her plump lips hung open, spilling raw, desperate gasps and fractured moans that echoed through the space.

The heavy, musky-sweet aroma of her drenched pussy permeated the air, so thick and whorish it made my dick pulse hard against my trousers right away.

The slick, vulgar noises of her fingers savagely pounding her bushy slit rang out boldly — loud, squishing, nasty slurps with every thrust in and out.

Her pussy was a feral, wild tangle — dense, dark bush soaked and shining with her fluids, the soft black curls bordering her bloated, puffy folds like a nasty lure.

Her clit stood swollen and pulsing, protruding from its hood like a tiny engorged dick, flushed deep crimson and craving rough treatment.

Each savage shove of her fingers forced her bushy lips to gape lewdly around her knuckles, creamy nectar glazing the dark curls and trickling in heavy ropes to her snug, puckered asshole, which pulsed and quivered hungrily with every profound stab.

"Ohhh... fuck... Dexter..." she moaned, her hips snapping upward wildly like a frantic slut, pursuing her own digits.

Her spare hand gripped the sheets fiercely, knuckles blanched, while the three fingers within her rammed quicker, hooking ruthlessly against that spongy patch buried in her cunt. "Yes... just like that... fuck me harder, baby..."

She flung her thighs even broader, knees dropping apart like a bargain slut presenting it all. Her other hand left the sheets to maul her breast roughly, tweaking and yanking her rigid nipple fiercely enough to draw a gasp and a sharp arch.

Her frame shook fiercely now — thighs shuddering, toes clenching hard, hips twitching wildly as she drove herself deeper, swifter, her fingers producing loud, messy, wet smacks as they ravaged her bushy, leaking hole.

"Yes... stretch my fucking cunt..." she panted, voice shifting to a needy, porn-star plea. "Ruin me... fill me with that thick cock... I’m so fucking wet for you... my hairy pussy is aching... dripping like a whore..."

Her eyes stayed firmly shut, trapped in her lewd vision of me, totally oblivious that I stood there, observing her debase herself. Her moans grew louder, breaths ragged in short, shattered bursts.

She withdrew her fingers briefly — slick with viscous, stringy girl-cum — and smeared hasty, sloppy loops over her bloated clit, the damp noises turning even dirtier as her fingers glided through her tangled pubic hair.

Then she jammed three fingers back in, gaping her ravenous cunt wide, her snug little asshole contracting and blinking in rhythm as her juices flowed down to drench it fully.

"Dexter... please..." she pleaded, voice cracking into a pitiful mewl. "I can’t... I can’t take it anymore... need your cock so bad... need you to wreck my hairy pussy... breed me... use me like a cheap cumdump..."

Her spine curved steeply, breasts jiggling madly as she pounded herself fiercer, fingers hammering in and out with crude, sloppy squelches. Her bushy pussy lips gaped lewdly around her knuckles, clit pulsing visibly, asshole spasming like it craved filling too. Perspiration gleamed on her heated skin, her cries morphing into shrill, frantic, beastly howls.

"D-Dexter... fuck... I’m gonna cum... oh god, I’m cumming so hard for you—!"

Her whole body convulsed fiercely.

She climaxed like a slut in heat — spine lifting from the bed, thighs squeezing her hand, pussy clenching and gushing forceful streams of clear girl-cum over her fingers, drenching her matted bush, her quivering asshole, and the bedding below. Her hoarse, shattered scream bounced off the walls:

"Dexter—! Fuck— I’m cumming—!"

She rode out the peak in fierce, trembling surges, fingers still embedded deep, drawing every final throb until she slumped back onto the bed, chest rising and falling, legs jerking wildly, her bushy cunt still fluttering and oozing thick rivulets of her cum toward her asshole.

She remained there for a stretched instant — exhausted, gasping, fingers idly lodged in her leaking, bushy pussy, eyes closed, adrift in the echoes of her nasty reverie.

Gradually, her eyes blinked open.

Spotting me in the doorway — quietly observing her as the perverted slut she embodied — her body jerked sharply. Her eyes bulged in pure horror and shame, face blazing a deeper, sluttier crimson.

"D-Dexter..." she stuttered, voice husky with desire and mortification. She kept her fingers inside. She left her legs apart. She simply lay exposed — bushy pussy still visibly pulsing and dripping, dark curls clumped with her cum, tight asshole still spasming, breasts surging with each labored breath.

She resembled the ideal caught whore — splayed wide, oozing, fingers still buried to the knuckles in her cunt, moaning my name as she frigged herself like a frenzied beast.

I stayed silent.

I merely gazed — allowing the thick, degrading quiet to linger, making her endure every instant of exposure in her most obscene, defenseless state.

Her breaths came uneven still. Her fingers stirred within her drenched, bushy slit, as though she couldn't fully cease caressing herself even then.

At last, in a tiny, ashamed, aroused murmur, she inquired:

"...How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough," I replied, tone deep and gravelly with arousal. "Long enough to hear exactly how badly my little whore needs me."

Nathalie gnawed her lip fiercely — her hips giving one final, reflexive twitch, shoving her fingers further into her creamy, bushy cunt with a slick squelch. Her bloated clit pulsed obviously beneath the clumped dark curls, still slick with the heavy fluids from her climax.

"I... I... It’s not what you think..." she faltered, voice trembling and laden with humiliation, cheeks scorching a profound, shamed scarlet. Her fingers remained sunk knuckle-deep in her soaked pussy, as if she couldn't force herself to extract them. "You... you didn’t knock the door... You are clearly bullying me..."

Her words faded into a feeble whimper as she grasped their absurdity.

She sprawled there utterly displayed — legs flung wide like a bargain whore, bushy cunt fully bared, dark pubic hair soaked and glossy with her cum, tight little asshole still twitching and glazed in her own slick. Her huge tits rose with every uneven breath, nipples erect and yearning for touch.